. As a small-town gangster who eats and waits to die, Chen Xu is full of elements. Living in a rented house without a father or mother, sleeping late and getting up late has no ideals. His shoulders are covered with tattoos and he likes to join in the fun.
It was a sunny day in August, and the alley was noisy with people fighting. Chen Xu came out of the scrap station and put the one hundred and eighty dollars he got from selling a broken TV at home into his pocket.
Find a shady place and squat down. Ready-made programs, if you don't watch them, you won't watch them.
Several people surrounded and beat one person, but the person who was beaten was silent. He just opens his mouth and chases people to bite, and he bites accurately every time.
It turned out to be a mute.
Seeing that the gangster was about to attack him from behind, Chen Xu let out a sigh, put down his cigarette, stood up and kicked him.
The hero saves the beautiful and unrestrained.
The grass was kicked crookedly.
Chen Xu, who was lucky, swept away the mute who was not lucky (crossed out)
Chen Xu, who was in trouble, was dragged back to his broken home by the mute who broke out of the encirclement.
The mute was holding a henhouse with weeds on his head, his face was as dark as if he had rolled in a coal nest, only his eyes were bright.
Chen Xu locked the door ruthlessly and shut out the door: "Goodbye."
When I opened the door again, there was a handsome boy with a short hair standing outside. Cold eyebrows, thin lips, wheat color, strong abdominal muscles and strong waist that can work.
Holding a notebook in his hand, it says:
"Hello, brother, my name is Zhou Jianshan."
Chen Xu held on to the door frame and decided to shoulder the heavy responsibility of his brother.
Live your own life and lead your brother to live a good life.
Until one day when he was about to push someone onto the bed, he was stopped by the other person in the confusion.
The moment his waist went numb, Zhou Jianshan pushed his knee between his legs.
The world was spinning, and Chen Xu, who could not move, was quickly turned over.
Chen Xu won the runner-up in the double free combat wrestling competition.
The chandelier was swaying, the legs of the broken bed creaked, and Chen Xu's mouth was filled with tears, but not a single complete sentence could come out.
For a moment, I didn't know who was the real mute.
Small Theater: Chen Xu was lying on the bed, with wet hair sticking to her cheeks, and redness spreading from behind her ears to her neck.
A black bird with its wings spread lay on its back. After a while, the black bird flapped half of its wings.
Chen Xu silently lit a cigarette.
He was in a very complicated mood. On the one hand, he felt humiliated. This was completely different from what he expected, which made him very unhappy.
On the other hand. Grass.
It's not that I'm unhappy at all.
*A man of action who only talks but does not act, and a man of action who only talks but does not act. Our Xiao Zhou is a very capable young man in all aspects, please praise him.
*The life of a small person in the market. After being poor in the early stage, life will get better later, daily life.
*This book is for the end of the year.
————The dividing line, the following is the preview of the new article, honest people are bullied————
Xu Zhouyi was a good old man who couldn't quarrel or get angry. He lived to be twenty-six years old and didn't dislike many things in his life. One is to go to work, and the other is to defraud all his savings.
The third one is the rich man.
Especially the rich second-generation boss who obviously has a smooth life and has no worries, but yet he is living in shady ways all day long, making things difficult for others with his stinking face.
"Do it again." "Do it again." "Do it again."
He wrote his boss's name in his notebook, Zhang Ce. Make a cross with a red pen and mark it viciously: Zhang Ce, reincarnate.
The gentle and honest Xu Zhouyi was followed.
There are 21 bus stops from the company to the rental house, and the subway has to be changed three times. I don't know from which day, on the way home after working overtime, there were extra footsteps coming out.
Pat pat pat, neither slow nor slow, day after day, following him like a ghost.
Xu Zhouyi could not bear the disturbance, but did not call the police.
The suffocating debt left him no choice.
Until one day he was held down in a dark corridor.
The usually straight shirt was now messy, and the tie hung loosely on his collarbone. The cold hand was going down his neck, caressing his fragile throat, and slowly caressing every inch of his skin.
Xu Zhouyi was trembling with annoyance and fear. He was so cowardly that he once again pushed himself into the abyss.
A pair of deer eyes filled with frightened light, "Please, don't do this." He begged softly and pitifully.
"I can't tell anyone, please."
Stalker - his unsmiling and cold boss Zhang Ce, they just met in the company during the day.
A rare smile appeared on his face at this moment.
But there is no temperature. Contains occupation, oppression, and bad taste.
The boring, beautiful and honest man was as pitiful as a lamb at this time, his eyes were red, and the palms of his hands that pushed him outward were trembling.
"But I can," Zhang Ce lowered his eyes, "so you'd better not make a sound."
Concept: A crooked stone can stand in the wind and rain.
